I finally got the results, and another visit to the Doctor's Surgery. At least I know I'm getting my money's worth of this National Insurance I'm paying over summer - or whatever it is!

The results were useless but they suggested there was some bacteria in my body, somehow. She explained three times and I still didn't understand; not because I'm thick but because the thought of the white blood cells she was banging on about made me feel sick so I tried not to listen!

I should slowly start getting better with rest apparently but my tonsils still look and feel something similar to the size of the tennis balls I'm currently watching on Wimbledon! Speaking of which, I'm really enjoying watching the tennis, despite ignoring it now to write this! It's really occupying my time at the moment, well, the time I have aside from working and trying to socialise. I've never really been in to watching sport, if anything I'd rather be playing it than sat on my sofa watching somebody else.

When you get to my age (oh god I'm starting to sound like my 70year-old grandma) it gets difficult to play a sport; hard to find the players to play with, space to play and of course the time! It was easy a few years ago when I was still at school where the teachers would arrange teams and matches and we were forced to play sport for an hour a week. Now, it's all about the treadmill, the cross-trainer and the exercise bike. And it's expensive!

To stay fit and healthy it costs; it's much cheaper to buy a pizza than cook a proper meal and it'd be much cheaper without having a direct debit out of  my suffering bank account from the local gym.